In Your Hands

Memories sometimes come not as photographs in an album, but as a sound - clear, fresh, almost childlike. At first, there is a lot of naivety in it: the heart is wide open, the breath is taken away by the first thrill, and it seems that only miracles lie ahead. Then the road gets longer, the garden grows, losses and bedtime prayers appear. But still, that same voice sounds inside, promising: in any circumstances, there are someone's palms that can hold the whole world. And in this there is a strange calm, as if even if you fall, you will still be caught.